My husband and I have had this little 1998 Hyundai Elantra for eight years.  It has been a good little car.  In 2004, we had to get a minivan when we found out we were having our fourth child.  We no longer all fit!  But we used the little car, whenever we could because it has the best air-conditioning, and in Florida that is VERY important.
 

Through the years, she (the car—I think she’s a girl), started having some issues.  We had to use a pencil to shift the gears—don’t ask.  She got several huge cracks across the windshield.  She started rusting, and went through several motor issues.  But we just kept on using it, because she was paid off.  Any minor repairs were worth it to avoid a car payment. 

Recently, she just stopped starting for no reason.  She started sometimes, stalled sometimes, and ran great sometimes.  It was like a surprise.  Finally, we had to take the little girl off the road, because she completely quit.  We still aren’t sure if it is worth fixing or not.
 

So, August 4, 2008, we decided to push her behind our home.  My husband and I thought that maybe we could push it up the little hill of our driveway and around our house—“thought” being the keyword.  We tried, and of course it just inched backwards instead of forwards.  At that precise moment a large man drove up in his large truck.  
 

As my dad would say, “He was just a good ‘old Southern boy.”
 

“Ya’ll need some help.”
 

We quickly answered yes, but he didn’t move out of his truck.  
 

Instead, he yells out, “I’m disabled, but my truck ain’t.”
 

I think my husband’s mouth and my mouth were unhinged catching flies at this comment.  My husband recovered quicker then I did.
 

“Sure, I think the bumpers are the same.”
 

And sure enough, he pushed our little car in his big truck.  I walked in the house still snickering about it all, and then I had this light bulb moment.
 

We are all on the disabled list, in these bodies we own in this life.  We push and just seem to go backwards on things that come up in our life.  We try and try, and finally give up.  When we finally step out of denial and acknowledge that we cannot do it ourselves, things change.   
 

Suddenly, God pulls up in his big ‘ole truck, and says, “You’re disabled, but I ain’t!”  
  And wouldn’t you know, he just pushes that little ‘ole thing that was blocking our path right out of the way.
 

If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you." Taken from Matthew 17:20 (NIV)